When I grope in the dark
Her poetry strikes me like a divine spark
When bored , she gets me to her poetic park
If I feel totally depressed
Her poetry makes me completely refreshed
When I lose my hope, she becomes my pope
When I suffer from thirst
Her poetic juice does she thrust
When I pine for hunger
She comes to me like a classical singer
And gifts me her poetic plum
And makes me blissfully calm
When I suffer from insomnia
She comes to my bed
And lulls me to sleep
When I awake from sleep
Through the window does she peep
Because of her many divine benefits I reap
She follows me day and night
And makes my life spiritually bright
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 16th, 2011 02:29
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 35
- User favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy.
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Comments4
What a beautiful, heartfelt poem.
Dear Belinda, it is so nice of you to comment in that beautiful manner
What an adhesive feeling attached to the beautiful soul that is shared. Delightful poem as it embellish your desires and appreciation for somebody deeply loved.
Best
Dolphine
Dear Dolphine, Thank you very much for your wonderful comments
yoursJVL
Fascinating, beautiful, intriguing, lovely. I love the image you paired with it. I enjoyed this.
Dear cheeky, thanks a lot for all your comments especially this.Thank you for your interest in my poetry
yours loving brother,
JVL NARASIMHA RAO(JVL)
INDIA
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